@caits if nobody replies to your question if anyone needs your help or attention, doesn't that mean that everything is fine and nobody needs you to do anything?
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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
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What was your word about Nero? In any case I never said anything about gouging or bleeding. What I said was "that her nails dug into his skin". Probably enough to be mildly annoying, maybe a little bit painful and it might leave a red mark for a couple minutes but she certainly wasn't clawing his eyes out. Try drawing a figure eight on your skin really fast with your nail. It irritates the skin but your not going to cut yourself.
That Nero isn't one to use his magic in anger. When I think of digging nails, I think of scratching vicious enough to draw blood, but I hear your clarification. My previous question still stands. Elizabeth touched Nero in a way not at all to his liking, and a curse is in order.
Well that was an interesting turn of event, @Prince of Seraphs. Is it some sort of provocation to try and make me go back on my word about Nero? Well, it's going to work flawlessly. He hates being touched under any but the most specific circumstances, and it triggers his curses. Gouging nails into skin hard enough to bleed qualifies as autohitting in my book. Do you have any thoughts or stipulations concerning retaliation?
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Because Gods are lazy and egotistical.
Perhaps you've the Enuma Elish? Mesopotamian gods are like the epitome of lazy and egotistical. The mythos states they destroyed civilization with a storm because humanity, having been created to do the work the gods didn't want to do, made too much noise in their work and disturbed the sleeping gods.
As Slough drank, the greater part of the water filtered through her skinless jaws, and her endeavor ultimately left her thirsty. By her side, Esau drank his fill and sat, patient, while she performed her useless act. Before long, the Rottenbone returned to her full height and plodded off through the shallows, her custodian following dutifully behind. Her wounds continued to leak a ghastly mixture of blood and rot, black and necrotic, and it soaked her fur until the incoming waves lapped it off. A slick of the foul fluid formed in the surf like oil, gradually swept out to sea.
Slowly it filtered down through the water in murky clouds, until it reached the seabed. Where it touched the mud, plants bloomed. Kelp sprouted upward to wave like sails in the ocean currents, lining the parts of the seabed in great forests. Great quantities of seaweed carpeted the moist earth, turning entire sections of the Fractal Sea a brilliant emerald green. On the fringes of these parts, new creatures grew from between the rocks. These corals arrayed themselves in versatile shapes and colors, but among them crude cages were common. Once a coral cage formed, a membrane developed on its inside, and within the essence of life concentrated into new forms. From their bony prisons new animals escaped, quite unlike the bizarre and alien things engineered by Jvan. Some fed on the plants, growing fat and lazy and greatly multiplying in numbers. Others pursued fish, played with one another like babes, and even clambered onto the shore from time to time to escape the wet cold and bask in the comfortable sun. A few walked along the ocean bed, titans of the deep, leading solitary lives just within reach of the light. In places, especially concentrated life essence animated the coral itself into shellfish, creating slow but might armored behemoths of the deep, yet still fundamentally natural. Other creatures, from manatees to dolphins to squids to fish to eels, emerged as well. To a discerning eye, one willing to look deep down to find true beauty, the Drenched Flowerbed would truly satisfy.
In the deepest part of the most overgrown reef, perched as it was on the edge of a yawning abyss, a brilliant light shone from a dark mass that squirmed inside a coral cage more than a hundred feet in diameter. Splinters of the living bone, colored an unusual black, fell off into the endless deep, and the orb of light raged to be free.
None of these miracles were known to Slough, and never would they, hidden beneath the waves. She continued, and with Esau in tow, and the two skirted the Fractal Sea. Like the White Giant that followed her previously, a fibrous creature colored like straw pursued them now, but did not after the first incident dare draw to close to Slough’s watchful protector. Even after her wounds closed, the rotting deer continued to leave life in her wake. Palm trees and flowering plants lined the sea’s edge, and where the pretty vegetation grew, birds, insects, and small mammals followed. At great length, however, Slough and Esau left the sea behind completely, and found themselves on the edge of another vast, burning desert. This one, however, carried the essence of a god, and for reasons unfathomable the Rottenbone found it interesting. She led her companion into the desert, clueless as to what she might find.
Slowly it filtered down through the water in murky clouds, until it reached the seabed. Where it touched the mud, plants bloomed. Kelp sprouted upward to wave like sails in the ocean currents, lining the parts of the seabed in great forests. Great quantities of seaweed carpeted the moist earth, turning entire sections of the Fractal Sea a brilliant emerald green. On the fringes of these parts, new creatures grew from between the rocks. These corals arrayed themselves in versatile shapes and colors, but among them crude cages were common. Once a coral cage formed, a membrane developed on its inside, and within the essence of life concentrated into new forms. From their bony prisons new animals escaped, quite unlike the bizarre and alien things engineered by Jvan. Some fed on the plants, growing fat and lazy and greatly multiplying in numbers. Others pursued fish, played with one another like babes, and even clambered onto the shore from time to time to escape the wet cold and bask in the comfortable sun. A few walked along the ocean bed, titans of the deep, leading solitary lives just within reach of the light. In places, especially concentrated life essence animated the coral itself into shellfish, creating slow but might armored behemoths of the deep, yet still fundamentally natural. Other creatures, from manatees to dolphins to squids to fish to eels, emerged as well. To a discerning eye, one willing to look deep down to find true beauty, the Drenched Flowerbed would truly satisfy.
In the deepest part of the most overgrown reef, perched as it was on the edge of a yawning abyss, a brilliant light shone from a dark mass that squirmed inside a coral cage more than a hundred feet in diameter. Splinters of the living bone, colored an unusual black, fell off into the endless deep, and the orb of light raged to be free.
None of these miracles were known to Slough, and never would they, hidden beneath the waves. She continued, and with Esau in tow, and the two skirted the Fractal Sea. Like the White Giant that followed her previously, a fibrous creature colored like straw pursued them now, but did not after the first incident dare draw to close to Slough’s watchful protector. Even after her wounds closed, the rotting deer continued to leave life in her wake. Palm trees and flowering plants lined the sea’s edge, and where the pretty vegetation grew, birds, insects, and small mammals followed. At great length, however, Slough and Esau left the sea behind completely, and found themselves on the edge of another vast, burning desert. This one, however, carried the essence of a god, and for reasons unfathomable the Rottenbone found it interesting. She led her companion into the desert, clueless as to what she might find.
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Well, I don't see why both parties can't come together. Maybe whatever Alicia finds tells her to go to Veiron as well?
Not an option unless this safehouse is in Veiron.
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How so? I haven't yet read your current post
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I don't want to bloody ignore the issue, I'm sorry for having a bloody life and being at uni all day, and trying to apply to as many jobs as I can do I can stop living dollar to dollar.
I will address the issue but why do you think it's too powerful?
Perhaps I phrased it wrongly. I didn't make any accusation, so there's no need to get defensive. I want everyone to just forget about the issue because I don't think it's an issue anymore. 'Ignore' was the wrong word to use. The idea is that it's not a problem and thus nobody needs to look at it.
Fleo gave a brief smile to Trinity as thanks for her reassurance, but felt little solace in truth. She remained focused on the games, thankful that Elizabeth’s strange interest in her appeared to have abated. Thinking about her condition was never healthy for her. The dusty woman always felt the most self-sure and free when immersed in the moment, with the worries and events of the past tucked so far back into her consciousness that they might as well not be real. Even though they brought her back down to earth, eschewing for a little while her somewhat childlike joviality, reminders of her past and of herself could only ever be grim.
When Gabriel approached, Sanders did not seem to be focused on the game. Instead, Frenzy Plant’s general appeared to be writing in some sort of pocketbook, employing an ungainly and practically illegible script that could have just as well been code. He continued for a moment after the private started speaking, but quickly wrapped up his sentence, clapped the book shut, and tucked it away. With that done he listened, his stolid face like chiseled stone. ”Were you watching the wizards of Iron Enigma, Tough Love, and Pirate Lord? There’s a magic field beneath the platform that slows down whatever falls in. Even if the platform were to plummet from the sky, nobody –particularly these very capable magicians- would be in danger.
“You must know more about lacrima than I; I had not known that lacrima could be filled with power, being crystals made from it, or that people who do not specialize in Lacrima Magic could manipulate them. I’ve always seen that lacrimas react violently to incompatible magic.” He glanced at the floating platform. ”It seems bizarre that the managers of such an important event would make such a rudimentary technical oversight. If you think that good can be done, however, request any two of my soldiers to go with you and see if they can help. Tell them that it would be a favor to both you and their general.” Sanders, though hesitant to believe that anyone was in real danger, conceded to assist with Gabriel’s idea.
Crossing his arms, Nero considered Trinity’s request. ”Souls?” he ultimately asked. ”What souls? D’you mean personalities? If that’s the case, I can probably help. My new Law makes changing personality easy. It’d be fun to see if I can remove a whole one from someone. Imagine the possibilities! So Karn’s gone schizo, or what?” The dark mage cast his mind back to the other Laws of Manifestation he had performed. Recently, he’d successfully manifested and stolen Eve’s entire depression, keeping her from going insane or breaking down. If such a fundamental part of a person’s mindset could be taken in this way, surely a split personality could be solidified as well.
A somber voice and an odd appearance distracted him from his musings. Immediately after turning his attention to Ariel, he developed a quizzical look. While no true ability to sense magic resided in him, he took a semblance of pride in his intuition when it came to sorcery, but this plant girl struck him as a raging mess—and a potential customer. Nero could not say that he liked her rather condescending tone, but he could never pass up an opportunity. He elected to advertise himself more subtly rather than to throw out a pitch, though, and after a moment’s thought greeted, ”Hello, miss! I’m not sure what you mean about ‘two Karns’, but if it’s either personality or magic related, I’m a miracle worker. Do not underestimate my ability to cure what ails ya!” Ariel found herself confronted with a dazzling smile.
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Lugu thinks that what I did with Ferrin was too powerful, and I want to see what you think.
What you did was merely evidence of my real complaint, which is not the specific but the general: the character himself might be too powerful. However, I don't really care about this anymore, so if Caits wants to ignore the issue that's perfectly fine with me.
A symphony of crackling heralded the shattering of the icy wall into an edged hail, and the glistening pieces fell like hail amid the smoky, dissolving corpses of vermin. Laudable teamwork had proven itself the superior of raw numbers and bestial instinct, and the four members of BASL soon found themselves overlooking a hall empty but for puddles of water and the final few hazy chunks of their prey. Given the importance of their situation, however, they could not afford to bask in their victory for long. No doubt intuition drew them toward the double doors through which the horde had poured; beyond that portal lay a cafeteria very much in ruins but now deprived of its deplorably-mannered customers.
An investigation of the room itself, however, would turn up evidence that suggested more than a mere Grimm habitation. Despite the volume of scavengers previously occupying the cafeteria, its destruction seemed rather incomplete, as if the creatures held a specific goal in mind. Furthermore, no nests, however crude, lay in any of the corners or piles of debris. In the silence that followed, a weak but audible pounding could be heard from the walk-in refrigerator.
If the hunters-in-training approached and opened this refrigerator, they would find hidden inside two men. Both obviously suffering from hypothermia, they sported pale skin, constant shivering, and frost all across their bodies. The one closest to the door would gasp in equal parts relief and pain to see, even through eyelids nearly frozen shut, that help had come at last.
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In short order the Grimm were dispatched. Lesser numbers and workably bright conditions meant that even first-year hunters could dispatch the vicious but diminutive Grimm easily. As the final Griever breathed its last and began to disintegrate into acrid ash, a smothering calm settled over the room again. It lasted only a moment, however; there came a sporadic echoing through the vents, betraying some sort of activity in whatever room lay on the other side of the sealed door. A human well-versed in the talent of auditory reception might even be able to make out decidedly feminine shouts amid shrill shrieks, distinct enough to hint at multiple noise-makers. The time for Luke, Cian, and Jack to start making real progress toward Priscilla and the safe room seemed nigh.
Rather than accept Sarina’s challenge, the Emperor Taijitu chose a different approach. With the vehicle gaining speed thanks to Estelle, only a few moments remained before it would ram through the wall of lesser Taijitus blocking the way ahead and escape. Seemingly feeling the significance of the moment, the Emperor stretched its muscles. A cobra-like hood extended from the sides of its head partway down the body, the inner scales proving to be a near-metallic red coloration that reflected the sun like a thousand tiny mirrors. The light dazzled Sterling, preventing him from taking action of any sort as his brain reeled, and before Sarina could quit her pose it slammed its head down onto Estelle, nearly depleting the defenseless faunus’s aura in one slam of its crushing weight. Instantly the caravan vehicle, rocked by the force of the impact, lost momentum. The very next instant, it collided with the wall of Taijitus, and like a net capturing a bird they held.
The caravan had stopped.
Shrieking in victory, the Emperor set up a clamor that echoed through the whole canyon in the throats of its brethren. The Taijitus that formed the net quickly dropped and swarmed the vehicle en masse. With a yell of panic, the caravan driver deserted his seat and disappeared, racing to the emergency land rover to save his own skin. When the little four-wheeler sped down the ramp and out back the way the group came, however, Lilac could be seen inside; despite his fear the driver had not left her behind.
Left with the choice of fighting a pointless battle or fleeing, the three remaining students chose the latter. Their radio sparked to life. ”What was that!? Most of you just stood around like bricks. Your senior classes haven’t been that exhausting or divisive, have they? Ah…sorry. Ozpin won’t be happy to hear that a senior team failed a mission. There’s a plateau just outside the canyon. Get there fast before the Grimm catch on. Ranger-3 out.”
The fastest way to the plateau would be to scale the side of the canyon, avoiding the various Swiss-cheese holes that pockmarked its surface, and run the rest of the way to the rendezvous point.
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